Like I told you before - there's no such thing as no such thing, friend. [Using his real name is a bit risky, so he'll skip it. Instead, Greed merely hums on his side. As if the receiver is just a bit too close for comfort.] But you already knew that.

Apparently - [His words trail off and his wristbands jingle. As he moves on the other side of the line, his actions are practically drawn out for him.] - wouldn't really know all about that, but I'm not one to say no.

[On that other subject though, the homunculus goes silent a moment. Then:] That's right. Something they decided to keep a secret for a while. Alchemy - [Again, Greed sounds distant and he picks up a pace again. Clackin' down somewhere and the sound echoes sharply back.] - transmuting people with animals. But not all of 'em were so lucky.

[But a few - Greed almost sounds appreciative. Almost as admiring.] A few could pass, though. You probably would have liked them. [If there is a distance in his tone, he hardly realizes it.] Eh-

So what? You dress up for this holiday as a monster or something? [Switching the gears and there's a shrill sound on Greed's side of the line. Like a metal gate scraping on concrete. Forced open, but still fighting back.]